After stopping by a few vendor stalls, Hazuki finally managed to pick up a proper long-sleeved shirt, sturdy brown pants, a new side leather bag, and a pair of comfortable, well-fitted boots that didn't feel like walking on nails.
He stepped away from the last stall and checked the small coin pouch in his hand.
12 silver coins remained.
"...Well," Hazuki muttered, "this is enough for a month in an inn… and to eat outside. Yeah. Still good."
Ridan floated near his shoulder, arms folded smugly. "Good? That money you've got right now would cover someone's salary for two months. Maybe even three, if they're unlucky."
Hazuki blinked. "Ah… sorry. I didn't know."
"Yeah, yeah. You've got swamp brain. But still—that's more than enough, especially in this town."
Hazuki sighed and tied the pouch shut. "Still not enough to buy my dream land… and build a house for me and Ellyn in the future."
Ridan's smirk grew sharper, his eyes gleaming just a bit too knowingly.
